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While we were out for her birthday, Her Nibs took me shopping at Nordie's for girly stuff. Nothing on sale screamed "Buy me," but I was touched. Awww.
Little Leauge season ended yesterday. (*Insert happy dance here*) Everybody got a trophy at the end-of-season party. Do you think that's right? I don't. And because of that I...
...arrived at SeaGoth picnic after everyone had left. Arrrrrg! Well, at least I tried to make this one. At least the Wendling burnt some energy on the park toys so Her Nibs could be sick in peace.
Merc'd with MOOers! Hee.![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
vixyish looking vampish instead of cute is disturbing in a good way. Leslie telling me I'd lost her e-mail is disturbing in a bad way; must turn house upside-down even though she gave it to me. (Again?) But what's really disturbing is the animosity between several pairs of friends of mine. I don't even come close to knowing the whole stories, but I can't believe it has to be this way forever.
Oh: dancing in my new patent ankle boots with the 5" heels has not crippled me. Alert the media.
1) When did you first realize you had femme tendencies?
My first boot-fetishist eperience was when I was five, back in the days when go-go boots were new. My first cross dressing was when I was nine. When people ask, I usually say nine, but looking back, it might have developed more gradually than I thought, or simply developed sooner and been repressed. That's a little late for a "classic" transsexual, which bothers me.
2) How did you meet Her Nibs? Was it love at first sight - or when did you realize you loved her?
I met her at a UW computer science dept. holiday party. I wasn't even supposed to be there because I'd graduated the previous June, but the grad students wanted my long hair for their skit. They forgot to tell me they'd written me out. So I see this cutie there wearing something sheer and cowbooy boots. Purr. Some mutual friends of ours introduce us, and I spend the rest of the evening following her around and not saying much because I couldn't think of anything to say. I wouldn't say it was love at first sight, though. I think love crept up on me over several months.
3) If your life were perfect right now, what would it look like? What, where?
Eee! Perfect perfect? I could live en femme 100% of the time, Her Nibs would be well again and would still dig me. I could move back to Seattle; I loathe missing stuff.
4) How is your relationship with your parents? Do they know about Sista Wendy/Maura? If so, how are they with her?
My father passed away almost eight years ago (eight days before my wedding). My mom knew I was going out in drag ten years ago, before I got married. I haven't told her that I started again. I've let my sisters know, but I never give them any details. Mom knows that I hang with BDSMers and worries about it. The biggest reason that I'm so gun-shy about it is that as Mom's aged, she's started picking fights with just about everybody, including me, about what's often stupid or imaginary stuff. I think she knows I'm not telling her lots of important stuff and it bothers her, but the cold hard fact is that I don't even trust her as far as I can throw her.
5) Do identify with any religion/spiritual beliefs?
I'm an atheist who occasionally lapses into superstition. Serously, though, I'm (at least) a fourth generation church skipper, and I've never really understood the need for belief. True believers scare me a little because occasionally God tells them to do things like blow up occupied office buildings.
Little Leauge season ended yesterday. (*Insert happy dance here*) Everybody got a trophy at the end-of-season party. Do you think that's right? I don't. And because of that I...
...arrived at SeaGoth picnic after everyone had left. Arrrrrg! Well, at least I tried to make this one. At least the Wendling burnt some energy on the park toys so Her Nibs could be sick in peace.
Merc'd with MOOers! Hee.
vixyish looking vampish instead of cute is disturbing in a good way. Leslie telling me I'd lost her e-mail is disturbing in a bad way; must turn house upside-down even though she gave it to me. (Again?) But what's really disturbing is the animosity between several pairs of friends of mine. I don't even come close to knowing the whole stories, but I can't believe it has to be this way forever.Oh: dancing in my new patent ankle boots with the 5" heels has not crippled me. Alert the media.
1) When did you first realize you had femme tendencies?
My first boot-fetishist eperience was when I was five, back in the days when go-go boots were new. My first cross dressing was when I was nine. When people ask, I usually say nine, but looking back, it might have developed more gradually than I thought, or simply developed sooner and been repressed. That's a little late for a "classic" transsexual, which bothers me.
2) How did you meet Her Nibs? Was it love at first sight - or when did you realize you loved her?
I met her at a UW computer science dept. holiday party. I wasn't even supposed to be there because I'd graduated the previous June, but the grad students wanted my long hair for their skit. They forgot to tell me they'd written me out. So I see this cutie there wearing something sheer and cowbooy boots. Purr. Some mutual friends of ours introduce us, and I spend the rest of the evening following her around and not saying much because I couldn't think of anything to say. I wouldn't say it was love at first sight, though. I think love crept up on me over several months.
3) If your life were perfect right now, what would it look like? What, where?
Eee! Perfect perfect? I could live en femme 100% of the time, Her Nibs would be well again and would still dig me. I could move back to Seattle; I loathe missing stuff.
4) How is your relationship with your parents? Do they know about Sista Wendy/Maura? If so, how are they with her?
My father passed away almost eight years ago (eight days before my wedding). My mom knew I was going out in drag ten years ago, before I got married. I haven't told her that I started again. I've let my sisters know, but I never give them any details. Mom knows that I hang with BDSMers and worries about it. The biggest reason that I'm so gun-shy about it is that as Mom's aged, she's started picking fights with just about everybody, including me, about what's often stupid or imaginary stuff. I think she knows I'm not telling her lots of important stuff and it bothers her, but the cold hard fact is that I don't even trust her as far as I can throw her.
5) Do identify with any religion/spiritual beliefs?
I'm an atheist who occasionally lapses into superstition. Serously, though, I'm (at least) a fourth generation church skipper, and I've never really understood the need for belief. True believers scare me a little because occasionally God tells them to do things like blow up occupied office buildings.
